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Piling the bodiesBurn them in the nightSkin grows black and witheredDecayed smell will riseExistence fadingInto ashesBurn those bodiesTo Infernal death Human coals are burningRepulsive yet so trueOpen graves are scatteredWhen the work is throughExistence fadingInto ashesBurn those bodiesTo Infernal death